User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160606042751/@comment-2246928-20170118052030

"Any port in a storm, Swisher, old mate," Slank breathed, his claws momentarily tensing upon the trio's makeshift raft. "Ahoy!" he called.

"Sure we c'n trust 'em, Cap'n Slank?" Jalfis whispered worriedly, but was hushed at a glare from his fellow weasel.

"We seem to be in the need for some assistance, buckoes!" Slank continued.